Miranda's eyes remained fixed on Nolan's office door, her mind racing with curiosity about the heated conversation unfolding behind it. Nolan's deep laughter echoed through the walls, followed by an unsettling silence that stretched on endlessly.
The door suddenly burst open, revealing Rosalyn in a state of obvious fury. Without a single word, she stormed across the room toward the exit, her heels clicking against the marble floor like gunshots.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Shelton." Miranda offered politely, attempting to maintain professional courtesy.
Nolan's response hit like a lightning bolt. "The only Mrs. Shelton is my mother. If Rosalyn chooses to cling to my name, she can be addressed as Ms. Shelton—assuming she's too pretentious for her first name."
Rosalyn's rage ignited like wildfire. She released a sharp shriek before disappearing through the office doors.
